Monday, January 27, 2014

Resolutions. By now, most of mine have been tossed aside and kicked to the corner of the room, like Spanx at the end of a long day. 'Cept one. The big one.

Happy Art

This year, I am striving to "embrace me". All of me. My authentic self. My creative self. If, you know me personally, I'm sure that you think I already do that. And I do, to a degree. But not wholly.

trying a new style

When I picked up my paint brushes (this time last year) and decided that I would give it another go, I had been moving forward one tiny, unsure step at a time.

not me so much

And I've, happily, seen my skills change and grow. And while I still feel like I have a LONG way to go, there is a small core of friends and family that are encouraging, embrace my art and actually buy my stuff! :)

I need to add more art to my space!

God Bless Em! I am so very grateful for their support and love.

Tiny, 3x3 canvases!

So where does the 100% come in? By working more creativity into ALL aspects of my life, home, dress, and work. I want to "push the envelope" at work, with more creative displays of merchandise. If I address an envelope, do it really pretty. Set the table for dinner, yeah! (cause we usually eat in front of the TV). Instead of going out in a tee, jeans and sneakers, add a scarf. Or wear flats. Stop worrying about what people will think if I decorate they way I REALLY want to. Etc, etc, etc. I want to be my best, most authentic self possible. And that means embracing my artistic side, 100%. No more tippy toes. I want to make my soul grow. So, with those words being basically thrown out into the universe, here we go!

PS…."The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.” ― Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country